There was no question of wearing it to the breakfast table this morning. Angela didn't feel at all ashamed of herself. She just hoped Tony would give ...er another good fucking before he went off to school.Padding barefoot through the living room, Angela saw that her son was already hard at work on a plate of bacon and eggs on the kitchen table. The first thing he looked at when she entered the kitchen was her big tits, jiggling provocatively under the negligee. Then he looked awkwardly. It was so easy to see how much she loved blowing me. Her eyes are squinting, eyebrows raised, moaning loudly... she loved it. I think she loved it even more than I loved it. This was her cock and she knew it. She claimed it for herself, and I was only too happy to oblige. This went on for a little while, then she got up, grabbed me by my cock the same way you would grab someone by their hand, and she walked me into the bedroom.Once in the bedroom, she knew exactly what I was about to do to her.. Josiah paused, to let them both catch their breath, mouths still passionately pressed together.It was the mermaid once again who demanded more, her shuddering tail ineffectively trying to push and pull him in and out of her. He allowed it at first, content to be used, but before long his own desperation had reached a peak, and he thrusted, at the edge of control as he attempted to sate it. He moved both of his hands down to the junction of tail and back, and held onto it almost as tightly as. ”Marta shivered, but not because of her missing underwear. This was just creepy. She deleted the email, but then another appeared.“Subject: An attitude adjustment will be required.”Marta opened the message. This one had a little more to it:“Hello, Marta. This is your conscience writing. Or, what passes for one. You’ve been ignoring me for too long, so I need to take drastic action.“I’m tired of us flaunting our body like a whore, teasing men to get attention and using them for favors. We should.